Yes, what about it! It was one of the favorite things our family did. Our family was started back in 1947, however I don't remember us doing much camping until after 1954 when Dawn joined us. The one time I really remember was when she was about 2 years old or so. We had that little Hilman car. When we started out for the Big Sur camping areas we must have looked like we were moving altogether. That little car was so loaded, I am surprise we even made it up the highway without something breaking down. I suppose that was my doing. I always seemed to pack far more than we needed no matter where we were headed.
We didn't go into a State Camping Area. There were a number of them where we decided to stop, but Jay found this one along the creek. We drove down and set up the Tent. That would be the old one Dad and Mom used when I was little. It smelled of the material that made it waterproof. Nothing like the modern easy to raise tents most folks have these days. Jay set the camp stove up and our other gear. It was a great spot. We could hear the water as it made its way out to the ocean. The beach wasn't much to write home about, but the water was deep enough for us to paddle around in safely, all but Dawn that is.
Paul was playing in the water while Jay laid in the sun. He hadn't planned on swimming, he was just there keeping an eye on Paul. It was warm, he was relaxed, and I was up at the Tent area fixing lunch for the family. Dawn had just been there at the table. I got busy, Jay was by now dozing. We are greatful there were others around. Paul yelled: "No sister". He was too late. She had walked out into shallow enough water for a couple of steps then down she went as the water got too deep for her short legs. Paul was about 7 at the time. He wasn't able to reach her, her Dad was too far, as was I. Thankfully someone dove for her and brought her up sputtering for air. She did not sence the danger, she just wanted to have fun in the water with the rest. For the rest of our time there, she waited until we could hold her before she went into that creek. It was much too deep.
A side note might be worth adding here. Back then, you never saw all the floatation gear so common for todays aquatic kids. You can put a baby into deep water these days with all the gadgets available. Back then, they just were not heard of. Time? Probably 1956 - just before we went to the Temple to be sealed as a family.
The area we camped at was washed out sometime later. There is still camping, but not like we used than. The Cafe by the road is still there. In fact we have stopped a time or two and had lunch while on a trip north. Sad to have lost such a special camp ground. Of course so many of the Camp Grounds now have to be reserved way in advance if you want to spend time. More people now who have desire to enjoy the out of doors than when we were first doing it.
I guess our last and great trips were going to Paradise Point outside Indio, California. Jay had bought a boat and a camper for our pickup. We spent many a wonderful week-end vacation down there. That too is no longer like it was when we went. Floods seem to have come in after we were through with our visits. How fortunate we feel to have had such great experiences. We took friends and families down there to enjoy the water skiing and camping. I wouldn't change one of those trips for anything we could do today. Too many people trying to cram too much into too small a space of time.
I think I will remember the preparations that went into those trips longer than I will all the time we were camping. It was so much fun to figure out what to fix, and what to pack. I always seemed to get eat'n by all the bugs that never seemed to know anyone else was around. I think the "no seeums" at Paradise Point were the worst. I was told afterward if I would have rubbed bacon grease on myself, they would have left me alone. I am not sure I could have stood that remedy either.
On these particular trips we always took the little dogs with us. Sissy and Rusty. It was so hot down there, they would lay around in the grass and were so good. On the trip home, without air conditioning in the pickup, we would wet down towels and lay them on the front seat and cover them with another wet towel. They would have the benefit of the air blowing on the wet towels to keep them comfortable on the journey out of the desert. We did have a water unit that went in the window of the truck, but it was more bother than it was worth. Air Conditioning enjoyed today in all cars, trucks, van, etc. was not an option back then. Just goes to show how many things have improved over the years. If you never did without, you have no idea just how great these things are. As for myself, I wonder how we did it, and then, I am so glad we didn't know any different. We had such great times, and enjoyed nature and the boat so much. It wasn't fancy, but it was sure worth it. Change may be great, but it won't replace the good times we enjoyed as a family in the more rustic camping areas of those days. It wasn't roughing it, but it
certainly was a great deal different than how things are done now.
Written this 11th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Monday, January 11, 2010
What Did I Break, and How?
I beleive I went through the leg incident. I was just about 7 years old when that happened. No need to go there again. Then I remembered about my left little finger. I was in the 7th grade at
Gage Junior High School. At recess we were playing Kickball. I never really was very good at sports, well beside swimming and diving that is. I was charging an incoming ball, stuck out my hand and it hit me right on the tip of my little finger. I pulled back my hand, but the damage was already done.
At the end of recess I went to my next class, as I recall it was with Miss Alice Knoff (one of my most favorite teachers in Junior High School). She noticed me, and came over to ask what was the matter. I told her about the accident and she immediately sent me to the office to see the School Nurse. It didn't take her long to evaluate the condition. She called my Mother and I was taken to the Dr. I suppose at that time it was Dr. Ward in Walnut Park, just over the Huntington Park border off Florence Avenue.
I don't recall them doing any x-rays. The Doctor set the finger and put my "pinky" in a splint, and wrapped the finger so the break would heal. I believe it was more painful than the break in my leg. Of course that one did not need to be put back into place. Whatever, I spent a miserable 6 weeks with it. No more PE classes or active recess til the end of the semester as I recall. Needless to say I wasn't anxious to play anyway. Doesn't take much of a slam like that to make one shy of flying kickballs.
Gage Avenue holds a great many memories for me. It was where I was attending when December the 7th happened. I don't believe I shall ever forget the day after. War! At the time none of us realized how long it would last, or just how many changes it would bring into our lives. As bad as it was, we never had to see our homes bombed, or people dead or dying in the streets as they did in Europe. In fact, we as a nation have been overly blessed that any War we have had a part in has never brought the fighting home.
I had my first real "graduation" from Gage Avenue. The first time I experienced the intergration from another school into the group of friends I had made at Pacific Blvd. Elementary School. From a small class to a bigger one. Not that it was all that big really. We ended up with the Winter Class of 1947 having only 93 Students. I believe I have said before, at this time the Los Angeles School System had a two semester schedule. If you came into the 9th grade in January/February you were concidered the Winter Class. If you came into the 9th grad in June/September you were the Summer Class. I started School in Pennsylvania, so was not added by the age standard of California. I started First Grade in California. I had already been in First Grade in Pennsylvania. There was no Kindergarten in either State at that time. Oh, that would have 1938. (ancient I know, but hush!)
The change from Junior High Campus to that of Huntington Park High School was pretty scarey. Of course my house was only two doors from campus and HPHS, so I never had the walk I had before. I could hear the tardy bell and still be in class on time. Because the High School had a Swimming Pool it was best to get your PE class either last period before lunch, or last period of the day. Otherwise, for the girls that is, you had the rest of your classes with wet hair. What a horror that was. Back then any girl wouldn't be caught dead with her wet and straggely. Just goes to show how times and style change. She wouldn't have been caught with her knees showing either. The style then was sweaters and skirts. Penny Loafers or Saddle Oxfords for shoes. Bobby Sox, no bear feet on the sidewalk, or in shoes.
The boys didn't mind their hair being wet, but it was always cut short, and combed neat. They wore Cordaroy pants or slacks. Dress shoes or Basketball shoes, which were leather. Styles for men were pretty classey back then.
I digress - sorry about that. Just got into the time slot, and got lost in thought. Some pretty good memories back then. Been fun looking back!
Written this 11th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Gage Junior High School. At recess we were playing Kickball. I never really was very good at sports, well beside swimming and diving that is. I was charging an incoming ball, stuck out my hand and it hit me right on the tip of my little finger. I pulled back my hand, but the damage was already done.
At the end of recess I went to my next class, as I recall it was with Miss Alice Knoff (one of my most favorite teachers in Junior High School). She noticed me, and came over to ask what was the matter. I told her about the accident and she immediately sent me to the office to see the School Nurse. It didn't take her long to evaluate the condition. She called my Mother and I was taken to the Dr. I suppose at that time it was Dr. Ward in Walnut Park, just over the Huntington Park border off Florence Avenue.
I don't recall them doing any x-rays. The Doctor set the finger and put my "pinky" in a splint, and wrapped the finger so the break would heal. I believe it was more painful than the break in my leg. Of course that one did not need to be put back into place. Whatever, I spent a miserable 6 weeks with it. No more PE classes or active recess til the end of the semester as I recall. Needless to say I wasn't anxious to play anyway. Doesn't take much of a slam like that to make one shy of flying kickballs.
Gage Avenue holds a great many memories for me. It was where I was attending when December the 7th happened. I don't believe I shall ever forget the day after. War! At the time none of us realized how long it would last, or just how many changes it would bring into our lives. As bad as it was, we never had to see our homes bombed, or people dead or dying in the streets as they did in Europe. In fact, we as a nation have been overly blessed that any War we have had a part in has never brought the fighting home.
I had my first real "graduation" from Gage Avenue. The first time I experienced the intergration from another school into the group of friends I had made at Pacific Blvd. Elementary School. From a small class to a bigger one. Not that it was all that big really. We ended up with the Winter Class of 1947 having only 93 Students. I believe I have said before, at this time the Los Angeles School System had a two semester schedule. If you came into the 9th grade in January/February you were concidered the Winter Class. If you came into the 9th grad in June/September you were the Summer Class. I started School in Pennsylvania, so was not added by the age standard of California. I started First Grade in California. I had already been in First Grade in Pennsylvania. There was no Kindergarten in either State at that time. Oh, that would have 1938. (ancient I know, but hush!)
The change from Junior High Campus to that of Huntington Park High School was pretty scarey. Of course my house was only two doors from campus and HPHS, so I never had the walk I had before. I could hear the tardy bell and still be in class on time. Because the High School had a Swimming Pool it was best to get your PE class either last period before lunch, or last period of the day. Otherwise, for the girls that is, you had the rest of your classes with wet hair. What a horror that was. Back then any girl wouldn't be caught dead with her wet and straggely. Just goes to show how times and style change. She wouldn't have been caught with her knees showing either. The style then was sweaters and skirts. Penny Loafers or Saddle Oxfords for shoes. Bobby Sox, no bear feet on the sidewalk, or in shoes.
The boys didn't mind their hair being wet, but it was always cut short, and combed neat. They wore Cordaroy pants or slacks. Dress shoes or Basketball shoes, which were leather. Styles for men were pretty classey back then.
I digress - sorry about that. Just got into the time slot, and got lost in thought. Some pretty good memories back then. Been fun looking back!
Written this 11th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Notes to myself!
As stated previously, I collect thoughts. It started when I was teaching Seminary and has continued to this day. In fact I keep a small notebook in my car and when I see or hear something note worthy, I jot it down. When possible, I try to give credit to the Author. This is not always possible however.
In my gathering I have been known to jot down a thought that passed through my mind. Meant about me. In my sorting the other day I ran across one that has made me stop and think when I was moved to jot it down. For the life of me I can't remember. I guess it isn't really important except to pinpoint it to other things that were happening to and around me at the time.
In life so much takes place that we seldom take time to jot down, or place when the action took place. I guess that is why we are encouraged to keep a journal. We would be amazed, I am sure, if we did take time everyday to keep track of even the simplist things that transpire in our daily life. Oh, I know much is just silly, or mundain, but who knows just who might be touched by setting quietly reading what was such a simple daily happening.
The pioneers were great at doing this. Their jotting has laid before us the trials and delights of enduring the things they went through. In fact it makes us realize just how lucky we are today to live as we do. Yet, how do we know if the things that happen to us today will not be eye openers to future generations? Or what influence our actions may have on those who read what we have so innocently jotted either in a journal, or even on just a piece of paper.
I guess that is what happened to me when I found this piece of paper with one of my "ramblings". I have no idea when it was written. I only know that I was either in a class of some sort, or hearing a talk somewhere, when I was moved to write the few lines on the reverse side of the notes I had been taking.
Do the notes help? At the top of the page is "CTR" written under it: Choose the Right; Continue to Repent and Cherish the Resurrection. After that I wrote Section 105:35, so I looked it up.
"There has been a day of calling, but the time has come for a day of choosing; and let those be chosen that are worthy." with another verse, 41: "Therefore, be faithful; and behold, and lo, I Am with you even unto the end. Even so, Amen."
The word Choices head the next note: "Christ tells Nephi Israel chosen but first HE refined them in the furnace of affliction." 1 Nephi 20:10. Followed by: "Men are free because of their flesh - All things given - which are expedient - they are free to choose." 2 Nephi 2:27 I was amused at the next note: "if you are miserable guess who is working on you?" Doesn't take a Rocket Scientist to answer that question! Then I asked the question: "why are we here?" 2 Nephi 2:25
"Adam fell that man might be; and men are, that they might have joy." I was struck by one word, "might". The way was opened, but the path MUST be chosen! Then Heleman 14:31 (one of my most favorite verses in the BoM: "He hath given unto you that ye might know good from evil, and he hath given unto you that ye might choose life or death; and ye can do good and be restored unto that which is good, or have that which is good restored unto you; or ye can do evil, and have that which is evil restored unto you." with the after thought written down, "Behold Ye Are Free!" Next the last verse in Sec. 37:4 "Behold, here is wisdom, and let every man chosse for himself until I come. Even so. Amen" Final notation: "God never intended to do if for us. God helps those who help themselves." A saying that my Mother told me many times.
On the side margin is penned these words: "God loved us first. He will love us last. We are His hands here. What gets done, we must do!"
Turning the page over written diagonally across the page is this: "I am only one, but if I am unwilling to do my part there is not another who can do what I will not do. Only I can do my job (or calling). I am working out my own salvation. All others are working on their own."
I asked the question: "Who was I until Lowell (Elder Taylor) and Keith (Elder Labrum) knocked on my door in 1952 ?" Then I gave this answer: "One of God's children awaiting the opportunity to grow. Without the choices I have made that have led me here today (?) I could as well have been any lost soul floundering in lifes ways. It is not alone hearing the Gospel, nor even knowing it is true. It is the motivation the Gospel gives that leads the faithful into paths of righteousness and action." Then I wrote: "Faith without works is dead" Followed by: "The invitation is to live!"
If I follow through with CTR I need to: Continue to Research, Continue to Read (the scriptures);
Continue to Remember (my Savior and his Atonement); Continue to Rededicate (my time and talents); Remember to Radiate (the love from the Savior); Contintue to Realize (I Am A Child of God); Remember to Receive (my blessings with a greatful heart); Remember to Redouble (my commitment to my covenants); Remember to Renew (myself with the taking of the Sacrament each week); Remember to Respond (to the Masters call - 'Come Follow Me').
I am greatful for finding this piece of paper with the writtings I cannot recall making, or the place and time when and where they were made. Another opportunity to bring myself into square with the things I both felt and learned at this time. We pass this way but once, it is good to take stock of where we have been, and how we are doing. Enduring to the end is an ongoing process. How well we do will not be measured by any one insident. I am continually inspired by just how wonderful the Plan of Salvation is. What I am to be is truly up to me. I am not sure just how I am doing, but I am ever greatful for the opportunities that come my way. Age does not limit our possiblities, it alters them a bit, but they continue to present themselves. I pray I will always be up to the benefits that they may present.
Written this 9th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
In my gathering I have been known to jot down a thought that passed through my mind. Meant about me. In my sorting the other day I ran across one that has made me stop and think when I was moved to jot it down. For the life of me I can't remember. I guess it isn't really important except to pinpoint it to other things that were happening to and around me at the time.
In life so much takes place that we seldom take time to jot down, or place when the action took place. I guess that is why we are encouraged to keep a journal. We would be amazed, I am sure, if we did take time everyday to keep track of even the simplist things that transpire in our daily life. Oh, I know much is just silly, or mundain, but who knows just who might be touched by setting quietly reading what was such a simple daily happening.
The pioneers were great at doing this. Their jotting has laid before us the trials and delights of enduring the things they went through. In fact it makes us realize just how lucky we are today to live as we do. Yet, how do we know if the things that happen to us today will not be eye openers to future generations? Or what influence our actions may have on those who read what we have so innocently jotted either in a journal, or even on just a piece of paper.
I guess that is what happened to me when I found this piece of paper with one of my "ramblings". I have no idea when it was written. I only know that I was either in a class of some sort, or hearing a talk somewhere, when I was moved to write the few lines on the reverse side of the notes I had been taking.
Do the notes help? At the top of the page is "CTR" written under it: Choose the Right; Continue to Repent and Cherish the Resurrection. After that I wrote Section 105:35, so I looked it up.
"There has been a day of calling, but the time has come for a day of choosing; and let those be chosen that are worthy." with another verse, 41: "Therefore, be faithful; and behold, and lo, I Am with you even unto the end. Even so, Amen."
The word Choices head the next note: "Christ tells Nephi Israel chosen but first HE refined them in the furnace of affliction." 1 Nephi 20:10. Followed by: "Men are free because of their flesh - All things given - which are expedient - they are free to choose." 2 Nephi 2:27 I was amused at the next note: "if you are miserable guess who is working on you?" Doesn't take a Rocket Scientist to answer that question! Then I asked the question: "why are we here?" 2 Nephi 2:25
"Adam fell that man might be; and men are, that they might have joy." I was struck by one word, "might". The way was opened, but the path MUST be chosen! Then Heleman 14:31 (one of my most favorite verses in the BoM: "He hath given unto you that ye might know good from evil, and he hath given unto you that ye might choose life or death; and ye can do good and be restored unto that which is good, or have that which is good restored unto you; or ye can do evil, and have that which is evil restored unto you." with the after thought written down, "Behold Ye Are Free!" Next the last verse in Sec. 37:4 "Behold, here is wisdom, and let every man chosse for himself until I come. Even so. Amen" Final notation: "God never intended to do if for us. God helps those who help themselves." A saying that my Mother told me many times.
On the side margin is penned these words: "God loved us first. He will love us last. We are His hands here. What gets done, we must do!"
Turning the page over written diagonally across the page is this: "I am only one, but if I am unwilling to do my part there is not another who can do what I will not do. Only I can do my job (or calling). I am working out my own salvation. All others are working on their own."
I asked the question: "Who was I until Lowell (Elder Taylor) and Keith (Elder Labrum) knocked on my door in 1952 ?" Then I gave this answer: "One of God's children awaiting the opportunity to grow. Without the choices I have made that have led me here today (?) I could as well have been any lost soul floundering in lifes ways. It is not alone hearing the Gospel, nor even knowing it is true. It is the motivation the Gospel gives that leads the faithful into paths of righteousness and action." Then I wrote: "Faith without works is dead" Followed by: "The invitation is to live!"
If I follow through with CTR I need to: Continue to Research, Continue to Read (the scriptures);
Continue to Remember (my Savior and his Atonement); Continue to Rededicate (my time and talents); Remember to Radiate (the love from the Savior); Contintue to Realize (I Am A Child of God); Remember to Receive (my blessings with a greatful heart); Remember to Redouble (my commitment to my covenants); Remember to Renew (myself with the taking of the Sacrament each week); Remember to Respond (to the Masters call - 'Come Follow Me').
I am greatful for finding this piece of paper with the writtings I cannot recall making, or the place and time when and where they were made. Another opportunity to bring myself into square with the things I both felt and learned at this time. We pass this way but once, it is good to take stock of where we have been, and how we are doing. Enduring to the end is an ongoing process. How well we do will not be measured by any one insident. I am continually inspired by just how wonderful the Plan of Salvation is. What I am to be is truly up to me. I am not sure just how I am doing, but I am ever greatful for the opportunities that come my way. Age does not limit our possiblities, it alters them a bit, but they continue to present themselves. I pray I will always be up to the benefits that they may present.
Written this 9th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
When I was little I had croupe
Now that I think of it, this may well have been the start of my asthma. At the time it was just a childhood malady that I was cursed with. I don't remember how "young" I was when one night I had a very serious attack and I found myself laying in bed asking God to not let me cough anymore - it hurt so badly. Now that I reflect on that night, I realize I must have only been about 3 or 4 years old. It has always amazed me that at that age I knew to ask God to help me. My family did not go to Church and I don't recall ever hearing any talk about religion of faith of any kind in our home. I remember that the folks saw that we made Sunday School because we were always dressed to the 9's for Holiday services. I recall that I had learned a speaking part for one Easter. Which was when I was 5, just before we moved to California.
With all of this, I do not recall ever being active in a religious enviornment that young, but I do have faint recollections of attending "Daily Vacation Bible School". Whether it was back in our old hometown of Greensberg, Pennsylvania or after we moved to California is not clear in my memory. All I know is when I was hurting, I was mindful to call upon God for help. Not only asking for that help, but really believing that He would help. The faith of a child. How sweet.
Written this 9th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
With all of this, I do not recall ever being active in a religious enviornment that young, but I do have faint recollections of attending "Daily Vacation Bible School". Whether it was back in our old hometown of Greensberg, Pennsylvania or after we moved to California is not clear in my memory. All I know is when I was hurting, I was mindful to call upon God for help. Not only asking for that help, but really believing that He would help. The faith of a child. How sweet.
Written this 9th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
My Journey
Now, I know some of this will be repeats, but to make the whole complete I don't see any other way to do this. So here we go! Some of you may not know that I gather "thoughts". When I find one that strikes my fancy, I write it down. Yesterday while doing some sorting of "ancient junk" I found a great one. I believe it is from a talk of Jeffrey R. Holland, at least it was part of a talk I
had made notes on. It fits the idea I am going with: "No part of our mortal body gets better with age". All of us over 50 can attest to that! Something else from that page is: "Senior Couples lengthen your shuffle". Well I am well over 50 and try as I might, my lengthening is getting a bit shorter as the days pass by. No complaints, I think I have had plenty of lengthening over the past 80 years to make up for any shortness in my stride today.
John McKay left this tid bit: "I'm a big believer in the 'Mirror Test' - All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person staring back at you that you've done your best." What more can we ask of ourselves? Oh, I will admit there are some days that have been much better than others, but then we can all do that! I believe it is the overall job we do that is the measure of our success. No one thing will stand out as a make or break item.
Looking back I recall being told I almost wasn't an "it". My Mother was in ill health and though she an Dad wanted another child, it really wasn't the best idea at the time. Of course nature does figure into such things, and the start of a new life began. Some time after the 2nd month of this pregnancy Mother began having problems and by the 3rd month it was pretty certain that the preganacy would not go full term. Dr. McComma was called. He checked Mother over and suggested the best thing would be to assist the miscarriage with some medication. Mother was bed bound, so following the orders presented no problems, even with two growing boys in the house. All the tablets left were taken as prescribed and Mothers health improved.
When the 6 month time came around and Dr. McComma hadn't heard back, he stopped by to see for himself how things were going. There was Mother 6 Months pregnant. He was amazed.
I am not sure just how amazed, I believe he knew that anything that would kill one of his other patients would most certainly cure Mother. She had that kind of physical make up. At the end of the 9 months Grandma Hall had come to assist the family after the baby came and of course assist the Dr. with delivery as she was a Midwife. Fortunate for the family because during a night of heavy blizzard, Dad had to go for the Dr. No phones back in those days in most of the homes. In fact, I don't even know if the Dr. had one. The snow was blowing and stacking up in drifts 4 to 6 feet high before they showed up. By then Grandma Hall had delivered the baby and was taking care of Mother. Ta Da! I was born. A 7 pound 7 ounce little "sqwah". Jet black hair with brown eyes so dark you couldn't tell the pupil from the iris. Skin coloring, well it wasn't light. I had olive colored skin until I lost the pigmentation about 4 years ago. Man could I take a tan! Of course that was the reason I lost the pigmentation - too much sun. Readers beware! Oh, and a few skin cancers thrown in as well.
That round faced little girl didn't look much like the rest of the Smith clan, but she was surely welcome. Well all but Ron who wanted to send me back. I think he changed his mind some where along the line. He and I are the only ones left at this writting. Ralph was born in 1921 and Ron in 1924. So I was really the "little sister". My earliest recollections are of wanting to "tag along" I don't remember Ralph making a fuss, but I was sure a thorn in Ron's side. Ralph looked like Dad's side of the family and Ron never has been able to pin his looks down to anyone, really!
I held out for a long time, but it is obvious now that I look exactly like Mother. When we found a picture of Dad's birth mother it was decided that Ron looked like Eliza Bunn. Guess that means we kind of "spread the wealth" around when it comes to ancestors.
I never was the smartest kid on the block. I didn't have a great GPA. Never really "hankered" to attend College either. I believe now I had a learning disorder. Those things were never even thought of back when I was growing up, but things that seem to be caught early on in children these days. Not that it might have made that much difference. Maybe I would not have learned some of the things I did if I hadn't have had to struggle. Life deals us the trials we seem to need to get ahead of ourselves. If we tackle them right that is. I am greatful I had teachers who worked with me and helped me love reading. To the bookkeeping teacher who made handwritting important to me and example that Willetta made in my life. We don't pass this way without the influence of a great many people who touch our lives as we make your way through it.
You know even the hard knocks have caused enough changes to round out the total. I might have been a great deal different without each and everyone. I am greatful for the past few years that have given me new opportunities to investigte who I am and how the path I have traveled has been the making of who I am today. Discovering the Gospel for instance. You know I went to school with LDS kids, who never once thought to ask me to go to Church with them. Other friends from other Churches did. Once in High School Evelyn Botts came to me and said: "you know, I have just found something I think would interest you." She went on to join the Church, but never went beyond that first statement. When I met Jay, I had no idea he was LDS. He did not go to Church, nor did he ever ask me to go with him. Somehow the Lord seemed to guide me
ever so slowly and carefully. Giving me the time I needed to discover for myself. It was Jay's Aunt Jo who insisted we get married in the Church. Even then I had no idea what that ment. I just knew I wasn't attached to any Church and thought a Church wedding would be better than going to a Justice of the Peace of Judge to do the ceremony. (Thank you Aunt Jo).
Even after we were married, going to Church was not something we did. Jay had no interest, and I didn't have a clue as to where to go. When the time was right, and I was "ready", the Full Time Missionaries knocked on the door when I wasn't home. Jay took their invitation to talk to me, I have no idea why, with the way he felt. What ever, I met with the Missionaries as they had scheduled, and as the saying goes: "the rest is history". I have long wondered if Jay had been active would I have been as steady? Would I have found a way to go, on my own like I had to and put the Church together in my life the way I did? The path was far from smooth. When the Lord says he gives us precept upon precept, I understand how that works. First I learned about the Church. Then I learned how to serve. Then I learned how to gain a testimony. Next I tried myself to prove I needed to have a Temple Marriage. Each step took time, and each one moved me closer and closer to the goal the Lord has for each of us. As a convert, I took one step at a time until I trusted the path ahead of me, and took the leap of faith to the next step. No real support system, just my own questions and desires to have the answers. I never heard General Conference. In fact I am not sure I really knew they had such a thing for years. Once I attended one, I was fascinated to learn and study more.
Starting with the Sunbeams was a miracle. Those little kids were so cute, and fun. I wasn't challenged by them, I could plan the lesson with the activities and just enjoy the experience. When I had been grounded, I was given a challenge that surely changed my entire life. The Blazers. Those boys were a handful. I had the sturdy personality that would take their guff and we became friends and had a grand time learning together. I remember teaching a Mutual Class in Sunday School when they laughed at the way I pronounced the names from the Book of Mormon. I knew the material, I just wasn't very good with the names. I learned. Great way to put one foot in front of the other.
I helped put together Road Shows and Girls Camps. I struggled with so many things that come easy after 50 years, but each new thing took time and patience on my part. Why is it we think things should be easy. Well, they are really, it just takes us time to learn enough to find the way.
I remember one CES meeting before I moved up here to San Luis Obispo. Elder Packer told us we needed to "follow the brethern". Then in my sorting yesterday I ran across this thought from Russell M. Ballard "are we listening to the prophets? Are we hearing? If you follow the prophets you will not go astray." What great advise. How greatful I am today to know the prophets and to be willing to follow their council. Another great thought from Neal A Maxwell:
"Let us not resent the Lord's tutoring experiences. These are the dues for full discipleship".
So the bumps and bruises for spiritual learning are what we pay for our "full membeship" in the Kingdom of our Father. Another one from Carol Thomas: "Sacrifice, without it no true worship is given." We might well ask what sacrifice? Our time, our talents our willingness to do what is required. I am not sure just how many hours I spent in preparing for any given lesson I have taught. I do remember however of spending 40 hours one month preparing for a 40 minute lesson on the teachings of Jesus Christ in Relief Society. I don't know how much the Sisters learned that day, but I will never forget the things I learned, nor the additional strength to my testimony that was added by that experience.
There are not a few who have set at my feet in Seminary and Institute Classes and spent valuable time from their lives listening to me teach. It is never far from my mind what effect any of that has had on even one. I have been blessed to hear from some who report they have been blessed by something they learned from me. Those witnesses have humbled me greatly. To know I have done something to help another is most gratifying. What is even more humbling is to know that a number of those students who have spent time with me have gone on to become Seminary and Institute Teachers as well. Like the rock that is tossed into water makes rings across the surface, our touching the lives of others leaves waves. I once read a teacher will never know the extent of their teaching until the eternities. The thought I may have been an influence for furthering the work here on earth is almost hard to fathom.
The thought of family influence of course enters into this equation as well. Children and Grand Children and now Great Grand Children. The further we get away from the center the more I wonder can we really influence those more distant to us? Hopefully we do in all the right ways. First that they know how much they are loved. How interested I am in all they do. How hopeful I am for the success in life and in their happiness. Doing Genealogy has made me aware of how great the connection is between us and those who have passed this way before us. As LDS we are interested in the Pioneers and take great pride in being descended from those who were willing to pay such a price for what we have both in this country and in the Church. Their testimonies may not be as crisp in our minds, but they are certainly clear as to their content. No one could have endured or accomplished so much who were not sure in their Faith and diligent in the dedication to the things they have lived for in such trying times. An unknown writter has left us this: "Prayer - don't give God instructions, just report for duty." The pioneers did that.
Another writes: "the task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us". I believe the Gospel has been "the wind beneath MY wings." I have been years finding my way without the support of a mate in the Gospel. I was hopeful in helping my mate find strength to fill a Mission and accept a call to become an Ordinance Worker in the Temple. I have been comforted as my mate slipped away leaving me to "carry on" alone. Sad? No! I am greatful for every opportunity that has been mine to become "all that I can be" and hopefully extend that same ability to the one person that made my life so wonderful. I can testify that the last speach that Patrick spoke in the Movie Ghost is true: "Molly - the love continues". I know this is true. We
may change places, but the Love Goes On. I've never seen the Savior, but I know HE loves me, and HE lives. I haven't been to Heaven, but I know it is there. I've worked and never missed a payday. My needs have and are met. That is not to say I have everything I want, but I have had everything that I need. In fact most of the time I have had more than I really needed, like clothes, etc. I can only wear one thing at a time, and eat one thing at a time. My needs are simple. It is my desires that are not always in proper focus.
None of us know the amount of hours, days, weeks, months or even years alotted to us. This does not matter because we can only live one day at a time anyway. It is not how we die, but how we have lived that will make the difference. Someone has wisely said: "the Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not protect you." Another has said: "Don't put a question mark where God put a period." Simply put: "Thy will be done". Or this: "if God is Your Co-Pilot swap seats."
I guess we are all pretty much alike. We wake up everyday not expecting much, handling what comes our way, and ending the day with a greatful heart we were able to "endure to the end". Every day is a challenge, dressed in a different dress. Some are more attractive than others, but each has come with it's own chance to achieve and succeed. It is said: "people are funny, they want the front of the bus, the middle of the road and the back of the Church." While: "some minds are like concrete, thoroughly mixed up and permanently set." We should remain plyable and fresh. We never know when the Lord will need a willing and caring soul to carry on the work needed to be done today. Besides: "drive carefully - it is not only cars that are recalled by their maker". Or: "even if you are on the right track, you will get runover if you just set there". I guess a great conclusion to this journey would be: "a truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a DETOUR".
Well life could and may at times be bypassed on a detour. It will be our attitude as we approach it that will make the difference of how we are at the end of it. Some, may take us a piece out of our way, but hold opportunities we could not have thought of. Some will make us realize how lucky we were saved from some danger, while others may set us on to the correct track that might have been missed altogether. It isn't where we are headed that will make the big difference, rather it is where we end that will tell the tale. Believe: "faith doesn't get you around trouble. It gets you through it!" May YOUR lifes journey, as mine has me, take you where your heart will be full of love and your future full of hope fulfilled. I know that my Redeemer Lives. I know that He is watching over me in my twilight hours and will continue to guide me as I follow the path He has laid out before me. To these things I bear my witness in the worthy name of Jesus Christ - Amen
Written this 5th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
had made notes on. It fits the idea I am going with: "No part of our mortal body gets better with age". All of us over 50 can attest to that! Something else from that page is: "Senior Couples lengthen your shuffle". Well I am well over 50 and try as I might, my lengthening is getting a bit shorter as the days pass by. No complaints, I think I have had plenty of lengthening over the past 80 years to make up for any shortness in my stride today.
John McKay left this tid bit: "I'm a big believer in the 'Mirror Test' - All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person staring back at you that you've done your best." What more can we ask of ourselves? Oh, I will admit there are some days that have been much better than others, but then we can all do that! I believe it is the overall job we do that is the measure of our success. No one thing will stand out as a make or break item.
Looking back I recall being told I almost wasn't an "it". My Mother was in ill health and though she an Dad wanted another child, it really wasn't the best idea at the time. Of course nature does figure into such things, and the start of a new life began. Some time after the 2nd month of this pregnancy Mother began having problems and by the 3rd month it was pretty certain that the preganacy would not go full term. Dr. McComma was called. He checked Mother over and suggested the best thing would be to assist the miscarriage with some medication. Mother was bed bound, so following the orders presented no problems, even with two growing boys in the house. All the tablets left were taken as prescribed and Mothers health improved.
When the 6 month time came around and Dr. McComma hadn't heard back, he stopped by to see for himself how things were going. There was Mother 6 Months pregnant. He was amazed.
I am not sure just how amazed, I believe he knew that anything that would kill one of his other patients would most certainly cure Mother. She had that kind of physical make up. At the end of the 9 months Grandma Hall had come to assist the family after the baby came and of course assist the Dr. with delivery as she was a Midwife. Fortunate for the family because during a night of heavy blizzard, Dad had to go for the Dr. No phones back in those days in most of the homes. In fact, I don't even know if the Dr. had one. The snow was blowing and stacking up in drifts 4 to 6 feet high before they showed up. By then Grandma Hall had delivered the baby and was taking care of Mother. Ta Da! I was born. A 7 pound 7 ounce little "sqwah". Jet black hair with brown eyes so dark you couldn't tell the pupil from the iris. Skin coloring, well it wasn't light. I had olive colored skin until I lost the pigmentation about 4 years ago. Man could I take a tan! Of course that was the reason I lost the pigmentation - too much sun. Readers beware! Oh, and a few skin cancers thrown in as well.
That round faced little girl didn't look much like the rest of the Smith clan, but she was surely welcome. Well all but Ron who wanted to send me back. I think he changed his mind some where along the line. He and I are the only ones left at this writting. Ralph was born in 1921 and Ron in 1924. So I was really the "little sister". My earliest recollections are of wanting to "tag along" I don't remember Ralph making a fuss, but I was sure a thorn in Ron's side. Ralph looked like Dad's side of the family and Ron never has been able to pin his looks down to anyone, really!
I held out for a long time, but it is obvious now that I look exactly like Mother. When we found a picture of Dad's birth mother it was decided that Ron looked like Eliza Bunn. Guess that means we kind of "spread the wealth" around when it comes to ancestors.
I never was the smartest kid on the block. I didn't have a great GPA. Never really "hankered" to attend College either. I believe now I had a learning disorder. Those things were never even thought of back when I was growing up, but things that seem to be caught early on in children these days. Not that it might have made that much difference. Maybe I would not have learned some of the things I did if I hadn't have had to struggle. Life deals us the trials we seem to need to get ahead of ourselves. If we tackle them right that is. I am greatful I had teachers who worked with me and helped me love reading. To the bookkeeping teacher who made handwritting important to me and example that Willetta made in my life. We don't pass this way without the influence of a great many people who touch our lives as we make your way through it.
You know even the hard knocks have caused enough changes to round out the total. I might have been a great deal different without each and everyone. I am greatful for the past few years that have given me new opportunities to investigte who I am and how the path I have traveled has been the making of who I am today. Discovering the Gospel for instance. You know I went to school with LDS kids, who never once thought to ask me to go to Church with them. Other friends from other Churches did. Once in High School Evelyn Botts came to me and said: "you know, I have just found something I think would interest you." She went on to join the Church, but never went beyond that first statement. When I met Jay, I had no idea he was LDS. He did not go to Church, nor did he ever ask me to go with him. Somehow the Lord seemed to guide me
ever so slowly and carefully. Giving me the time I needed to discover for myself. It was Jay's Aunt Jo who insisted we get married in the Church. Even then I had no idea what that ment. I just knew I wasn't attached to any Church and thought a Church wedding would be better than going to a Justice of the Peace of Judge to do the ceremony. (Thank you Aunt Jo).
Even after we were married, going to Church was not something we did. Jay had no interest, and I didn't have a clue as to where to go. When the time was right, and I was "ready", the Full Time Missionaries knocked on the door when I wasn't home. Jay took their invitation to talk to me, I have no idea why, with the way he felt. What ever, I met with the Missionaries as they had scheduled, and as the saying goes: "the rest is history". I have long wondered if Jay had been active would I have been as steady? Would I have found a way to go, on my own like I had to and put the Church together in my life the way I did? The path was far from smooth. When the Lord says he gives us precept upon precept, I understand how that works. First I learned about the Church. Then I learned how to serve. Then I learned how to gain a testimony. Next I tried myself to prove I needed to have a Temple Marriage. Each step took time, and each one moved me closer and closer to the goal the Lord has for each of us. As a convert, I took one step at a time until I trusted the path ahead of me, and took the leap of faith to the next step. No real support system, just my own questions and desires to have the answers. I never heard General Conference. In fact I am not sure I really knew they had such a thing for years. Once I attended one, I was fascinated to learn and study more.
Starting with the Sunbeams was a miracle. Those little kids were so cute, and fun. I wasn't challenged by them, I could plan the lesson with the activities and just enjoy the experience. When I had been grounded, I was given a challenge that surely changed my entire life. The Blazers. Those boys were a handful. I had the sturdy personality that would take their guff and we became friends and had a grand time learning together. I remember teaching a Mutual Class in Sunday School when they laughed at the way I pronounced the names from the Book of Mormon. I knew the material, I just wasn't very good with the names. I learned. Great way to put one foot in front of the other.
I helped put together Road Shows and Girls Camps. I struggled with so many things that come easy after 50 years, but each new thing took time and patience on my part. Why is it we think things should be easy. Well, they are really, it just takes us time to learn enough to find the way.
I remember one CES meeting before I moved up here to San Luis Obispo. Elder Packer told us we needed to "follow the brethern". Then in my sorting yesterday I ran across this thought from Russell M. Ballard "are we listening to the prophets? Are we hearing? If you follow the prophets you will not go astray." What great advise. How greatful I am today to know the prophets and to be willing to follow their council. Another great thought from Neal A Maxwell:
"Let us not resent the Lord's tutoring experiences. These are the dues for full discipleship".
So the bumps and bruises for spiritual learning are what we pay for our "full membeship" in the Kingdom of our Father. Another one from Carol Thomas: "Sacrifice, without it no true worship is given." We might well ask what sacrifice? Our time, our talents our willingness to do what is required. I am not sure just how many hours I spent in preparing for any given lesson I have taught. I do remember however of spending 40 hours one month preparing for a 40 minute lesson on the teachings of Jesus Christ in Relief Society. I don't know how much the Sisters learned that day, but I will never forget the things I learned, nor the additional strength to my testimony that was added by that experience.
There are not a few who have set at my feet in Seminary and Institute Classes and spent valuable time from their lives listening to me teach. It is never far from my mind what effect any of that has had on even one. I have been blessed to hear from some who report they have been blessed by something they learned from me. Those witnesses have humbled me greatly. To know I have done something to help another is most gratifying. What is even more humbling is to know that a number of those students who have spent time with me have gone on to become Seminary and Institute Teachers as well. Like the rock that is tossed into water makes rings across the surface, our touching the lives of others leaves waves. I once read a teacher will never know the extent of their teaching until the eternities. The thought I may have been an influence for furthering the work here on earth is almost hard to fathom.
The thought of family influence of course enters into this equation as well. Children and Grand Children and now Great Grand Children. The further we get away from the center the more I wonder can we really influence those more distant to us? Hopefully we do in all the right ways. First that they know how much they are loved. How interested I am in all they do. How hopeful I am for the success in life and in their happiness. Doing Genealogy has made me aware of how great the connection is between us and those who have passed this way before us. As LDS we are interested in the Pioneers and take great pride in being descended from those who were willing to pay such a price for what we have both in this country and in the Church. Their testimonies may not be as crisp in our minds, but they are certainly clear as to their content. No one could have endured or accomplished so much who were not sure in their Faith and diligent in the dedication to the things they have lived for in such trying times. An unknown writter has left us this: "Prayer - don't give God instructions, just report for duty." The pioneers did that.
Another writes: "the task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us". I believe the Gospel has been "the wind beneath MY wings." I have been years finding my way without the support of a mate in the Gospel. I was hopeful in helping my mate find strength to fill a Mission and accept a call to become an Ordinance Worker in the Temple. I have been comforted as my mate slipped away leaving me to "carry on" alone. Sad? No! I am greatful for every opportunity that has been mine to become "all that I can be" and hopefully extend that same ability to the one person that made my life so wonderful. I can testify that the last speach that Patrick spoke in the Movie Ghost is true: "Molly - the love continues". I know this is true. We
may change places, but the Love Goes On. I've never seen the Savior, but I know HE loves me, and HE lives. I haven't been to Heaven, but I know it is there. I've worked and never missed a payday. My needs have and are met. That is not to say I have everything I want, but I have had everything that I need. In fact most of the time I have had more than I really needed, like clothes, etc. I can only wear one thing at a time, and eat one thing at a time. My needs are simple. It is my desires that are not always in proper focus.
None of us know the amount of hours, days, weeks, months or even years alotted to us. This does not matter because we can only live one day at a time anyway. It is not how we die, but how we have lived that will make the difference. Someone has wisely said: "the Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not protect you." Another has said: "Don't put a question mark where God put a period." Simply put: "Thy will be done". Or this: "if God is Your Co-Pilot swap seats."
I guess we are all pretty much alike. We wake up everyday not expecting much, handling what comes our way, and ending the day with a greatful heart we were able to "endure to the end". Every day is a challenge, dressed in a different dress. Some are more attractive than others, but each has come with it's own chance to achieve and succeed. It is said: "people are funny, they want the front of the bus, the middle of the road and the back of the Church." While: "some minds are like concrete, thoroughly mixed up and permanently set." We should remain plyable and fresh. We never know when the Lord will need a willing and caring soul to carry on the work needed to be done today. Besides: "drive carefully - it is not only cars that are recalled by their maker". Or: "even if you are on the right track, you will get runover if you just set there". I guess a great conclusion to this journey would be: "a truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a DETOUR".
Well life could and may at times be bypassed on a detour. It will be our attitude as we approach it that will make the difference of how we are at the end of it. Some, may take us a piece out of our way, but hold opportunities we could not have thought of. Some will make us realize how lucky we were saved from some danger, while others may set us on to the correct track that might have been missed altogether. It isn't where we are headed that will make the big difference, rather it is where we end that will tell the tale. Believe: "faith doesn't get you around trouble. It gets you through it!" May YOUR lifes journey, as mine has me, take you where your heart will be full of love and your future full of hope fulfilled. I know that my Redeemer Lives. I know that He is watching over me in my twilight hours and will continue to guide me as I follow the path He has laid out before me. To these things I bear my witness in the worthy name of Jesus Christ - Amen
Written this 5th day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Friday, January 1, 2010
Something You Might Find Interesting?
When my Dad, John Smith, was a young man, he needed some Dental Work done. Going to a Dentist in those days was much different than it is today. First off, they didn't have all the high tech equipment you are use to seeing. No, it was pretty crude by todays comparison. I believe it was his "eye teeth" that needed work. Today, it might be pretty simple, but back then, it was
the long way around. Dad use to tell us his two gold capped front teeth were rather unusual for
the time in which they were done. The Dentist used a $20.00 Gold Piece to make the Crowns.
Dad said the Dentist had to hammer the piece down until it could be formed into those two Crowns or Caps. Guess he must have been pretty good, Dad wore those Crowns until he had his teeth pulled when he was in his 50's.
Going to a Dentist as a youth was pretty unusual. Now we are taught to see a Dentist at least once a year. For good Dental Health twice a year is better. When I was a kid, I don't remember ever going to the Dentist. It just wasn't that common back then. One of the requirements for me to Graduate from High School was my teeth had to be in tip/top condition. In my Senior Year I had an appointment with Dr. Chapwell who had an office across the street from the Post Office in Huntington Park. They took x-rays and found as I recall 17 cavaties. Some small but a couple were pretty big. Appointments were made, and I would go after school to have the work done. I never had any reason to fear going to the Dentist before, so I went without any cares. That soon changed when they started drilling without any pain medication. It was an awful experience and one I have not totally recovered from. Oh, I got it all done, but wasn't the least bit interested in going back.
Marrying Jay is probably the only reason I still have teeth in my head today. He was always set we kept our teeth in good repair. I hadn't lost any of my wisdom teeth either, so that was another little side trip yet to be "enjoyed". At least they put you to sleep by then. Dentistry had made giant strides. No longer did the Dentist do such things, I was referred to an "Oral Surgeon". By then I was in my mid 20's, married and a mother of one. I can't say I enjoyed it, but it sure beat, all to heck, what I had experienced before with Dr. Chatwell.
It seemed as if each visit, I found a great many changes for the better. Now they at least offered to give something for pain. Now it is a given. If they drill, they give their patient something to make the work more bearable.
I don't concider myself a "whimp", but for the amount of cavities I had, and the crude drilling system back then, it wasn't only the drilling, but the heat the drill generated that was part of the discomfort. The Dr. was most sympathetic, and did try in every way to work through it with me, but I learned to hate going to the Dentist, and have a hard time today with havning any drilling done. Thank heavens I have learned self hypnosis which helps me relax and get through those sessions with some comfort.
Now I am one of the lucky ones who has to see the hygenist to have my teeth cleaned 4 times a year. The Dentist reads x-rays once and year to see if all the Crown Work I have in place is still solid and not requireing more work. Only my front teeth have escaped some kind of covering. Do I have any gold in my mouth? Yes, but the Dentist didn't have anything to do with it. Now they have Dental Labratories that take the Dentist's impressions and makes the finished products. I guess that is an added reason we have bigger Dental bills than were noticed in the past. A number more people are getting "into the act". I am not complaining, the work has been excellent, and the pain brought mercifully to a very minimum. Oh, I still hate going to the Dentist, but not with as much trepidation as in the past. Actually I worry more about the cost than anything else.
Dentistry from the horse and buggy stage up to todays marvelous workmanship. I am sorry to say neither my Dad nor my older brother had much luck with their dentures. Ron and Willetta had "imediate restoration", which they say is the only way to do it. If my luck continues, I won't have to find out.
Jay had such beautiful teeth. Good genes I guess. That and the fact he was faithful in brushing, and seeing the Dentist. I don't think that came from his family. Both his parents had dentures. I think he was blessed with good teeth and joining the Navy at such a young age, he was treated and found the benefit from early detection. What ever the case, I have to give him credit for keeping after me until I learned to follow the correct procedure to still have my teeth.
What is the moral? I am not sure there is one. I am just greatful that Medicine has advanced to the stage it has, and all the modern machines and treatments that keep us healthy longer are now available. Which means I am just as greatful that Dentistry has made the advancements it has. No more mercury fillings. Modern equipment that makes going to the Dentist more comforable. Now, that is not to say I want to watch TV while I am worked on, but it is nice to have the lay back chairs and computer held records that help keep up to date with all that is being done, or done in my mouth. I am not sure I get that much out of wearing dark glasses while they "play" in my mouth, but appreciate they cover their mouth and nose while they work on me, with my trap wide open. I don't need anymore germs than I carry around on my own.
Having those "eyepopping" magnifiers on their glasses I am sure make for more comfort for me. At least they see where they are going.
Yes, I would have to say that things have advanced a great deal since my Dad had to submit to having money taken from his pocket to help cover tooth damage. I am not sure how much more the Dentist asked for the work, but I am sure he was paid well. Guess we are back to the old addage; "you get what you pay for". I for one am greatful what I pay for is visible when I walk into the Dentist Office. I no longer fear that "straight chair" with only a head rest that moved to put me into position for the torture I went through. Now I can relax, grab onto the armrest and
prepare for the torture. (Well really not torture.) Better wording might be "discomfort". I hate having my mouth sleep so I feel like half my face is gone. Or dribble water down the front of my blouse when I try to take a drink before I have regained my former feeling.
You know, you've been there, and done that too. How about the nose? Well, that is another whole section, and we won't go there for now.
Just remember: "see your Dentist twice a year and have your teeth cleaned regularly" It is really money in the bank. I'm not sure just whose bank, but you get the idea!
Written this 1st day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
the long way around. Dad use to tell us his two gold capped front teeth were rather unusual for
the time in which they were done. The Dentist used a $20.00 Gold Piece to make the Crowns.
Dad said the Dentist had to hammer the piece down until it could be formed into those two Crowns or Caps. Guess he must have been pretty good, Dad wore those Crowns until he had his teeth pulled when he was in his 50's.
Going to a Dentist as a youth was pretty unusual. Now we are taught to see a Dentist at least once a year. For good Dental Health twice a year is better. When I was a kid, I don't remember ever going to the Dentist. It just wasn't that common back then. One of the requirements for me to Graduate from High School was my teeth had to be in tip/top condition. In my Senior Year I had an appointment with Dr. Chapwell who had an office across the street from the Post Office in Huntington Park. They took x-rays and found as I recall 17 cavaties. Some small but a couple were pretty big. Appointments were made, and I would go after school to have the work done. I never had any reason to fear going to the Dentist before, so I went without any cares. That soon changed when they started drilling without any pain medication. It was an awful experience and one I have not totally recovered from. Oh, I got it all done, but wasn't the least bit interested in going back.
Marrying Jay is probably the only reason I still have teeth in my head today. He was always set we kept our teeth in good repair. I hadn't lost any of my wisdom teeth either, so that was another little side trip yet to be "enjoyed". At least they put you to sleep by then. Dentistry had made giant strides. No longer did the Dentist do such things, I was referred to an "Oral Surgeon". By then I was in my mid 20's, married and a mother of one. I can't say I enjoyed it, but it sure beat, all to heck, what I had experienced before with Dr. Chatwell.
It seemed as if each visit, I found a great many changes for the better. Now they at least offered to give something for pain. Now it is a given. If they drill, they give their patient something to make the work more bearable.
I don't concider myself a "whimp", but for the amount of cavities I had, and the crude drilling system back then, it wasn't only the drilling, but the heat the drill generated that was part of the discomfort. The Dr. was most sympathetic, and did try in every way to work through it with me, but I learned to hate going to the Dentist, and have a hard time today with havning any drilling done. Thank heavens I have learned self hypnosis which helps me relax and get through those sessions with some comfort.
Now I am one of the lucky ones who has to see the hygenist to have my teeth cleaned 4 times a year. The Dentist reads x-rays once and year to see if all the Crown Work I have in place is still solid and not requireing more work. Only my front teeth have escaped some kind of covering. Do I have any gold in my mouth? Yes, but the Dentist didn't have anything to do with it. Now they have Dental Labratories that take the Dentist's impressions and makes the finished products. I guess that is an added reason we have bigger Dental bills than were noticed in the past. A number more people are getting "into the act". I am not complaining, the work has been excellent, and the pain brought mercifully to a very minimum. Oh, I still hate going to the Dentist, but not with as much trepidation as in the past. Actually I worry more about the cost than anything else.
Dentistry from the horse and buggy stage up to todays marvelous workmanship. I am sorry to say neither my Dad nor my older brother had much luck with their dentures. Ron and Willetta had "imediate restoration", which they say is the only way to do it. If my luck continues, I won't have to find out.
Jay had such beautiful teeth. Good genes I guess. That and the fact he was faithful in brushing, and seeing the Dentist. I don't think that came from his family. Both his parents had dentures. I think he was blessed with good teeth and joining the Navy at such a young age, he was treated and found the benefit from early detection. What ever the case, I have to give him credit for keeping after me until I learned to follow the correct procedure to still have my teeth.
What is the moral? I am not sure there is one. I am just greatful that Medicine has advanced to the stage it has, and all the modern machines and treatments that keep us healthy longer are now available. Which means I am just as greatful that Dentistry has made the advancements it has. No more mercury fillings. Modern equipment that makes going to the Dentist more comforable. Now, that is not to say I want to watch TV while I am worked on, but it is nice to have the lay back chairs and computer held records that help keep up to date with all that is being done, or done in my mouth. I am not sure I get that much out of wearing dark glasses while they "play" in my mouth, but appreciate they cover their mouth and nose while they work on me, with my trap wide open. I don't need anymore germs than I carry around on my own.
Having those "eyepopping" magnifiers on their glasses I am sure make for more comfort for me. At least they see where they are going.
Yes, I would have to say that things have advanced a great deal since my Dad had to submit to having money taken from his pocket to help cover tooth damage. I am not sure how much more the Dentist asked for the work, but I am sure he was paid well. Guess we are back to the old addage; "you get what you pay for". I for one am greatful what I pay for is visible when I walk into the Dentist Office. I no longer fear that "straight chair" with only a head rest that moved to put me into position for the torture I went through. Now I can relax, grab onto the armrest and
prepare for the torture. (Well really not torture.) Better wording might be "discomfort". I hate having my mouth sleep so I feel like half my face is gone. Or dribble water down the front of my blouse when I try to take a drink before I have regained my former feeling.
You know, you've been there, and done that too. How about the nose? Well, that is another whole section, and we won't go there for now.
Just remember: "see your Dentist twice a year and have your teeth cleaned regularly" It is really money in the bank. I'm not sure just whose bank, but you get the idea!
Written this 1st day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
New Years Day Ramblings
You know there is something rather sad about taking down the Christmas Tree with all the trimmigs, both inside and outside. It was trash day today, even though it is the First day of the New Year. When I brought the bins back, I decided to remove the Christmas Trees from the front of the garage. It isn't too much of a job, but it certainly makes the outside of the house look just a bit plain. I won't try to take the lights down until it warms up some, it if ever does. Kind of a grey day so far.
I came inside and decided the Tree in the living room needed to come down as well. Strange things happened. As I took the decorations off, carefully, as I had used the Victorian and Glass ones this year, the lights came on. Last I knew I had turned everything off because only the bottom lights turned on the second day I had the tree up. We spent the entire Holiday Season with a decorated Christmas Tree that had no lights. Yet here I am de-frocking the Tree and on comes ALL THE LIGHTS. What can I tell you? I hadn't touched anything but the decorations.
Well I finally got everything off, and the tree dismantled and back in the box. A job finally done.
As I looked around the living room, I was struck with the change. Who knew taking down the Tree would take that "certain feeling" away from the entire inside of the house?
Putting things UP seems to take time, each addition to the house adds it's own festive feeling. It comes on gradually. Sometimes taking a day or nearly a week. Then the packages are added as they are bought and wrapped. Bringing more color and meaning to the Holiday. By the time Christmas Eve arrives things are pretty full of excitement and anticipation.
Once all the boxes are opened, and the rag, tag paper is crumpled and stuffed into plastic sacks or one of the large boxes gifts had come in, the orderly look of things has been reduced down to a mess. Carefully, things are straightened up and the gifts that are not in use are spread out under the tree so visitors can see what "Santa" brought, among other folks in the family.
The week between Christmas and New Years sees more changes as the gifts are put away and the Tree begins to look just a bit haggered. No one is quick to take it down, no, we must wait until New Years Day.
Well, here we are, New Years Day with the Holidays past, and a New Year ready to be lived by one and all. Back to normal - the Tree has to go. So with much less intusiasium than it went up,
ornaments and lights are carefully removed and the plainess of things returns. Just another of those things that reminds us that time is moving along and we are moving along with it.
Every year new things are added while some older things drop by the wayside. Old toys for New Ones. Less fuss with meals and more concern for School Lunches and Bus Schedules, etc to take up our time. It will be another 364 days before we are here again. There will be Valentines Day, Easter, Memorial Day, Summer Vacations and of course the Military Observances that come in the Fall. When we were children those days move exceedingly slowly. Now in Old Age, they fly by so swiftly we can hardly believe we have to start all this over again, so soon!
Yes, there is something about taking the Christmas Tree down that brings us back to Normal Living. The newness of the gifts so highly prized last week have had their "bloom" worn down.
The toys aren't as interesting as they were, and our appetites are back to a better variety of things to eat and drink. All in all we barely feel the change, an yet it is so striking when it is gone.
Well, I will put up the boxes and bags of lights and trimmings. I will put away the gifts and spare wrapping paper and, oh yes, the day after Christmas ornaments I bought for all the kids for next year, and feel pretty pleased with myself that it is finished. Yet, I still have that feeling of nostalgia the Holiday Season brings inside and outside our home. Not totally pleased to see it gone for another year, but totally satisfied it was a Great Season, and I am so happy all went well, that everyone had a great Christmas and sincerely hope and pray that the New Year will hold all the great things a Mother, Grand Mother and Great Grand Mother can wish for her family will fill the coming days and months.
We are never sure just what great things are in store, but knowing we are blessed and looking forward to the challenges ahead. Will there be new surprises? Time will tell. We know for sure we only have to take this New Year one day at a time, and it is what we put into each of those days that will make our lives successful and happy. What this Year is to be is what each of us make of it indivually. Joseph Smith told us living the Gospel of Jesus Christ was the path to true happiness. Our first blessing of the year is we can bear Testimony to that truth.
To each of you, Happy New Year! I am looking forward to 2010 and what ever it has in store.
Written this 1 day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
I came inside and decided the Tree in the living room needed to come down as well. Strange things happened. As I took the decorations off, carefully, as I had used the Victorian and Glass ones this year, the lights came on. Last I knew I had turned everything off because only the bottom lights turned on the second day I had the tree up. We spent the entire Holiday Season with a decorated Christmas Tree that had no lights. Yet here I am de-frocking the Tree and on comes ALL THE LIGHTS. What can I tell you? I hadn't touched anything but the decorations.
Well I finally got everything off, and the tree dismantled and back in the box. A job finally done.
As I looked around the living room, I was struck with the change. Who knew taking down the Tree would take that "certain feeling" away from the entire inside of the house?
Putting things UP seems to take time, each addition to the house adds it's own festive feeling. It comes on gradually. Sometimes taking a day or nearly a week. Then the packages are added as they are bought and wrapped. Bringing more color and meaning to the Holiday. By the time Christmas Eve arrives things are pretty full of excitement and anticipation.
Once all the boxes are opened, and the rag, tag paper is crumpled and stuffed into plastic sacks or one of the large boxes gifts had come in, the orderly look of things has been reduced down to a mess. Carefully, things are straightened up and the gifts that are not in use are spread out under the tree so visitors can see what "Santa" brought, among other folks in the family.
The week between Christmas and New Years sees more changes as the gifts are put away and the Tree begins to look just a bit haggered. No one is quick to take it down, no, we must wait until New Years Day.
Well, here we are, New Years Day with the Holidays past, and a New Year ready to be lived by one and all. Back to normal - the Tree has to go. So with much less intusiasium than it went up,
ornaments and lights are carefully removed and the plainess of things returns. Just another of those things that reminds us that time is moving along and we are moving along with it.
Every year new things are added while some older things drop by the wayside. Old toys for New Ones. Less fuss with meals and more concern for School Lunches and Bus Schedules, etc to take up our time. It will be another 364 days before we are here again. There will be Valentines Day, Easter, Memorial Day, Summer Vacations and of course the Military Observances that come in the Fall. When we were children those days move exceedingly slowly. Now in Old Age, they fly by so swiftly we can hardly believe we have to start all this over again, so soon!
Yes, there is something about taking the Christmas Tree down that brings us back to Normal Living. The newness of the gifts so highly prized last week have had their "bloom" worn down.
The toys aren't as interesting as they were, and our appetites are back to a better variety of things to eat and drink. All in all we barely feel the change, an yet it is so striking when it is gone.
Well, I will put up the boxes and bags of lights and trimmings. I will put away the gifts and spare wrapping paper and, oh yes, the day after Christmas ornaments I bought for all the kids for next year, and feel pretty pleased with myself that it is finished. Yet, I still have that feeling of nostalgia the Holiday Season brings inside and outside our home. Not totally pleased to see it gone for another year, but totally satisfied it was a Great Season, and I am so happy all went well, that everyone had a great Christmas and sincerely hope and pray that the New Year will hold all the great things a Mother, Grand Mother and Great Grand Mother can wish for her family will fill the coming days and months.
We are never sure just what great things are in store, but knowing we are blessed and looking forward to the challenges ahead. Will there be new surprises? Time will tell. We know for sure we only have to take this New Year one day at a time, and it is what we put into each of those days that will make our lives successful and happy. What this Year is to be is what each of us make of it indivually. Joseph Smith told us living the Gospel of Jesus Christ was the path to true happiness. Our first blessing of the year is we can bear Testimony to that truth.
To each of you, Happy New Year! I am looking forward to 2010 and what ever it has in store.
Written this 1 day of January 2010
by: Eileen Rosenberg
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